Pang Miaosong’s face turned livid with rage, her eyes glaring daggers at Lu Bei. Relying on his thick skin, Lu Bei absorbed the hostility in stride and raised a hand in an inviting gesture.
Just then, a hearty laugh rang out as a towering figure leaped onto the stage.
He was a rough-hewn man with wild hair and a beard, built like a sturdy bear, the kind of fellow whose fists were broad enough for someone to stand on.
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